The first 200 lines.
I'll take you as far as the Broad, then I've got to go and see my mum's lawyer.
I know, you already said.
Definitely not.
Yes!
- What do you think? - No capes, Lyra.
- No capes. - Well, what does he know?
Or hats.
The point is to blend in.
- Is this good enough for you, Pan? - You can't put Pan in that.
Lyra, people are going to be looking for me; bad people, the police.
You mustn't look different or you'll draw attention to us.
They'll start asking questions, they'll find this window and everything.
This is a good hiding place.
I'm safer here, so let's keep it that way.
- Lyra? - Sorry, Pan.
Unbelievable!
It stinks of old goat!
Are you sure you remember where this is?
This is the gate.
I can see it, Will.
Lyra, wait! Wait!
Are you ok?
Yeah. They don't have cars that fast in my Oxford.
They don't have the word "wait" either?
Come on, get up.
This way.
I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Is this similar to your Oxford?
I guess.
Sort of.
You need to be careful. Blend in.
Sorry!
- Come on! - Mind out!
Lyra.
Wait! That building is close to Jordan in my world!
Lyra! Slow down!
I've never heard of Jordon College!
The Tower's right there! It's right next to it!
Oh! So sorry, so sorry, so sorry!
What's the matter?
You were right; Jordon College doesn't exist in your world.
This isn't like our Oxford at all.
Come on.
Your eminences, Venerable brothers,
I will not use this solemn day to tell of the wildness
of the witch whom I saw strike our brother Sturrock down.
But have no fear:
she and her kind will be brought to account.
As acting Cardinal of this Magisterium,
I have a duty to tell you that these troubled times
call for strong, decisive leadership.
The Authority has blessed me with a clarity of purpose
which cuts through my grief like a knife!
In deepest respect, I dedicate myself
to this great task.
That's nothing. One time, I fell off a tree
and the Librarian thought I'd broken my leg
so he carried me all the way from the Botanic Gardens back to Jordan!
We have the Botanic Gardens.
My mum used to take me.
Good as new.
What's that thing anyway? Why d'you keep looking at it?
I just need to do something.
What's it do?
You phone people on it.
And it tells you stuff.
Like the news.
I have something a bit like that. But better.
I asked it about you, Will.
- It told me you're a murderer. - What?
I needed to know about you so I asked it.
And it's fine, it's the good kind of murderer, like Ior...
Stop saying that word!
You don't know what you're talking about.
I had no choice.
What's it saying?
It's saying I need to see my mum.
I have to make sure she's alright. Stay out of trouble, ok?
I'll meet you at the Botanic Gardens. 5 pm.
You shouldn't have called him a murderer.
This looks more like our Oxford!
- I do not like this place. - Get in.
Where do I find a scholar to tell me about Dust?
Keys, which Saint held the keys?
Saint Peter, wasn't it?
So there must be a Saint Peter's college?
It's telling me to look for the door with the mountain on it.
It's saying:
not to lie to the Scholar.
How are going to manage that?
It's telling me to focus on the boy?
To help him find his father?
But I thought Will was supposed to be helping us?
We don't have much time. Let's find the Scholar first.
Okay.
Are you interested in skulls?
Did you know that people still do that?
Drill holes in their heads.
They must be lunatics.
There's a name for it. I've forgotten what it's called.
Trepanning.
Are you a student in Oxford?
No. It says it there.
Well, I wish I knew so much at your age.
- Charles. - Lizzie.
I'm a collector.
I've donated various items to this place.
Listen, if you ever want to know any more about these artefacts...
Thanks.
Nice to meet you, Lizzie.
You were right. Will just texted me;
he'll be in touch soon.
The Head of the Magisterium, Ruta!
He was a bloated monster who spread hate and fear and blindness.
I had to send Dr Lanselius as a peace envoy to clean up this mess!
We can't get drawn into this cycle of futile revenge.
We must focus on The Girl and The Prophecy.
You speak as if you are above this.
And you act as if you have no self-control!
I protected The Prophecy!
Thanks to me, our enemies still don't know the child's name.
We need to unite the nine clans.
We've cut the head off the Magisterium, so let's finish what they started.
The world's changing. We've all sensed it.
The skies are darkening.
The light is dulled.
I'm trying to reach for the child but she feels indistinct;
like she's behind a veil.
If we cannot reach her, all will be lost.
This is it! Saint Peter's College!
You mustn't go lying to the scholar. Remember that.
Pan, I won't lie to him. I can do that.
Hi, er, can you please tell me where the physicist is?
Well what kind of physicist are you after? Will I do?
You're a scholar?
Believe it or not, I am, yeah.
Well, what were you doing?
Oh, I'm watching a, there's a nest of fledglings in the drain. Wrens.
They come back every year. Sorry, you are?
Lyra Silvertongue.
Mary Malone. You're not a student, are you?
- Can you please tell me about Dust? - Dust?
What do you mean?
Well, we call it Dust in my world, or we also call it Rusakov Particles.
- You ever heard of them? - In your world;
- in your school you mean? - No.
We're not allowed to study Dust because the Magisterium think
it's original sin and they take children to the North
and now there's an opening. And my father is...
I'm saying it all wrong.
I didn't think it would be this difficult.
I'm not sure I'm who you're looking for, Lyra.
Yes. Yes, you are.
- I know you are. - Is there someone I can call to help?
- Your parents, or... - No.
This matters.
This matters so much.
You see my friend was killed...
because of Dust.
I've travelled so far, I found myself here.
And Jordan's gone and I don't know where to go.
I need to find out about Dust because if I don't find out about Dust,
it will all be for nothing!
Roger's death will be for nothing...
I miss him so much.
I'm sorry about your friend.
I need you to tell me about the particles you study...
please.
Okay.
Okay.
You missed the funeral.
You know, I'm not sure you've shown Cardinal Sturrock
the respect he deserves.
Will you help MacPhail keep the top job?
They vote this evening. But he has stiff competition.
Father Graves.
I think you'd make a better Cardinal than either of them.
Graves is on quite the crusade.
He's arrested half the North and the council seem rather pleased.
I saw they're holding that manservant of Asriel's down in the basement.
Any sign of the man himself?
Not a trace.
Where have you been hiding?
Away .
on business.
And you? How is that charming daughter of yours,
the escape artist?
They grow up so fast.
Has her daemon settled yet?
My daughter is none of your business.
You are Dr Martin Lanselius, Consul to the Witches of the North,
and you claim to have been sent here as a peace envoy, is that correct?
Appointed by Queen Serafina Pekkala
to re-affirm the mutual tolerance between our cultures.
I was sorry to hear of the Cardinal's death.
But that witch acted alone.
We have grounds to believe you are here as a spy.
Do you deny that the witches have been conspiring against the Magisterium
with the heretic Asriel
and you are here to gain intelligence.
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